he’s feeding on my sadness
take a deep breath he says
// and I don’t like names//
take a deep breath he says
bianca
before we dive into this
new skin
covering our wings
// but I promised this would not be a poem
about angels
wings
sky and not even clouds//
we’ll use straws and make bubbles
until we’ll be ready for surface
find our way
eyes
say hello // hello// as the air crushes
us
insignificant rifts
of those words

this is not a poem at all
it’s just a deep breath
before he becomes you